Ragnar #vikings Novels & Stories

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

What does that dead dark spell caster have to do with any of this? (Royal Beta Killian’s P.O.V) This was supposed to be a special day for my little Starfish, but these fucking rouges had to go and fucking ruin it. They breached our eastern borders and continued to pour into our territory, with seemingly no end in sight. My wolf, Titan, is giddy with anticipation to rip apart these rogue fucks, hoping that one of them is the one who hurt our pup all those years ago. Daddy, we need you. I hear Juniper say through the mind link

"Part of me wants to burn his whole world down. Another part just wants my sons to know who I am. I missed everything, Dad. Their first steps. Their first words. Their first goals. I missed eighteen damn years." He sighed again. "And how do you think you’ll earn that back? You can't just walk in and expect them to welcome you with open arms. You have to be patient. Consistent. And above all... honest." "I will be. I want to be." "And the gang?" That made me pause. "You know I built the Vikings from nothing. They’re my family." "No," he said sharply. "We are your family. You ride with the Vikings, but you don’t need them.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

James communicated through their mental link, his words acting as a soothing balm to Ragnar's frayed emotions. Ragnar's position among humans was that of a multimillionaire. He presided over various companies and institutions, all expertly managed by his trusted minister and several Alphas from different packs. His way of life often puzzled many, especially since only a handful of humans were privy to the existence of werewolves. Additionally, numerous werewolf packs still resided in remote areas, akin to Marvins' pack, yet Ragnar chose to reside in a lavish mansion within the heart of the human city, indulging in human pleasures.

he started, his voice quiet, steady, “about Ylva’s mom…” Ragnar exhaled, a long, measured breath that filled the room with its weight. His eyes softened just slightly, a flicker of vulnerability passing before he regained the cold composure he always wore. “Ylva doesn’t have a mother,” he said quietly, almost to himself. His gaze turned distant. “Neither do I have a wife. But that… that is a story for another time.” Lance hesitated, leaning slightly forward. “So… you don’t want to tell me? Or is it… a secret?”

Ragnar groaned as he insulted me. Growing sour at having my hands tied over my pack responsibilities I gazed at Ramsey. “Can you send a couple of scouts to Sweetwater to search for them then?” Nodding, he told me that he would immediately then he and Rita left me to myself. Lifting the receiver again I dialed Victor only for it to go directly to voicemail. “You have a care for the woman,” Ragnar chuckled accusingly and I hissed. “Lyric is my mate and the only way to secure my rightful pack,” I snarled, only for me to hear him tsk back at me.

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”

It was a day like any other, as long as you take it seriously that he had a male harem at his disposal, among the four women of his dreams, who accepted that he was the man of their dreams, in a different way, of course. He was around a group of prim rich people, the famous prince of Lovecraft County. Ragnar had blue eyes, long white hair, muscular body, slanted eyes and a mix between Japanese and Nordic descent, beautiful eyes and a blue like ice, his body was defined, with a red silk suit, an Armani, with an expensive shoe, a set of more than two thousand dollars, with the lines of her body defined. - You've had your share of women since you were 14 years old, don't worry too much about it

Running away now would be better than dying from being beheaded when Bianca was announced as Alpha Alex’s concubine. Ragnar Thane was from one of the wealthiest families in the Drakonvale pack. His family was in-laws to Alpha Alex’s family, and with this bond, they grew up as friends. Ragnar was a warrior just like Alpha Alex and many knew him as Alpha Alex’s most trusted retainer. As he led the way, Ragnar wondered what Alpha Alex wanted from a lowly slave like Bianca. She was beautiful, of course, but he didn’t think her beauty was enough to sway the Alpha into laying with such a lowly body. Ragnar admired the social status rules and he had so much pride in himself for being born into a pr